Silver Heart by Victoria Green Page A

mind, and heart.
    Why hadn’t I known any of this?
    With one hand cradling the back of my head and the other grasping my hip, he shifted me onto his lap. “So much for my restraint, huh?”
    Seizing my bottom lip with his teeth, he pulled me even deeper into him, pressing me against his hard body. His mouth skated to my jaw line, then glided down my neck as he sucked, licked, and bit his way to my collarbone, making me want to scream from the pleasurable torture he was putting me through.
    At the same time, his hand slid up my side, cupping my breast. I nearly came undone as he began to stroke my nipple through the fabric of my dress, moving his thumb over the hard peak in slow, sensual circles. A low moan escaped my lips, and his mouth moved to mine to drink it in.
    “So fucking beautiful,” he groaned into me. “You always were, Sil—”
    I shut him up with another ravenous kiss. Winding my arms around his neck, I hastily pulled him into me, for a second forgetting that my back was facing the pool. His body collided with mine, and with nothing to brace us, we tumbled over the edge, breaking the water surface with a soft splash.
    Our bodies entwined, we drifted under, not wanting to disengage our lips in an attempt to ascend. I was running out of breath, but it didn’t matter. I had no need for oxygen. Not now. Not with Sawyer. Delirious from our heated encounter, I was convinced that I could live off of him.
    Just as my lungs emptied entirely, Sawyer enveloped my waist with his strong arms and kicked his legs, bringing us to the surface. I gasped, inhaling sharply, then dove right back into his lips. Our kisses were infinite; our wet lips eagerly made up for years of unspoken words as our touches bridged countless miles of distance.
    Somehow, we found our way to the shallow end of the pool where we could both stand. Sawyer pushed me against the wall, fusing his muscles with my curves as he pinned me to the tiles. There was nothing gentle about the way he thrust his body into mine. Though his eyes overflowed with affection, his actions were an eruption of starved, animalistic desire.
    Six years was a long time. And this kiss had been building up for even longer. It was as if we both didn’t want it to end. Ever . It was also heaven and hell, because a tiny, rational part of me that was buried somewhere deep inside my madness knew this moment couldn’t last forever. But, right now, I didn’t care. Right now, I just wanted to be with him.
    I tugged at the hem of his shirt, yanking the wet, sticky fabric over his broad shoulders. Droplets of water slid down his bare chest, and I followed their path with my hands, rocked to the core by a sudden need to touch every inch of him.
    Leaving behind a watery stain on his smooth skin, I slowly trailed my fingertips down Sawyer’s body. My lips joined the journey south, and my tongue lapped away the water from his skin, dipping lower to explore the muscles along his tight stomach. He was perfectly sculpted, possessing an athlete’s body carved by years of hard work and dedication. As I hit the jagged v-cut protruding from the waistband of his jeans, he stiffened, groaning under my touch.
    “Holy shit, Silver.”
    Before I could even entertain the idea of going any lower, Sawyer seized my waist and pulled me up, claiming my mouth with so much force I was left completely breathless. His kiss was hard, wet, and heart-stopping. It hypnotized me into a trance where the only thing that mattered was this instant in time. And the two of us.
    Sawyer’s kisses were a drug and I was an addict. I couldn’t get enough of the pleasure coursing through my veins, filling each crevice of my body. I craved more. No—I needed more. I never wanted to lose this high.
    “Your. Lips. Are. Delicious,” he panted, accompanying each word with a deep kiss.
    A husky moan escaped my throat as his mouth connected with my neck. My tender skin heated and my pulse quickened in response to the rhythm of